I am done at work...
Sep. 16th, 2003 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serendipity8791Therefore, I am about to leave for home. I do not want to go home, as that means I will have to face questions as to why I slammed the door on my way out, this morning, which can be explained in a few words. DON'T FUCKING MOVE MY STUFF!
If my wristwatch is sitting on the kitchen table, it is there for a reason. Reason being that I will not think of finding it anywhere else, exception made of my computer desk or my bedside table, as these are the only three areas of my life where I can't stand to have a watch attached to my wrist at all times.
If the book I am reading, with my bus pass as a bookmark in it, is sitting on the kitchen table, it is because I don't have pockets in the only pairs of pants I am allowed to wear to work, therefore I will lose it.
Putting either of these objects in a shoebox on a discarded chair sitting beside the microwave oven furniture in the kitchen is not only annoying. I get up with a limited pre-work ritual time, and if I don't have a clue as to where my stuff is, it is a major setback, and I will panic, and curse and scream until I find my shit, and, then, I'll be tight, or late, in the office.
Also, putting Fabiola's shower stuff in my bathroom basket is also a major annoyance. Just because we're both women doesn't mean we share bathroom products. She's Haitian, I'm Scottish/Irish/French in origin. Hello, not the same skin/hair type. She's dry all over, I'm combo skin with greasy hair. Also, putting someone else's razor in someone's stuff is not very appealing either. Especially since then, there's my razor and Fabiola's in my stuff. As if you need TWO fucking razors.
Yes, I know who moved my stuff around, and yes, he will get a major kicking in the arse if he does it again. Either that, or I am putting my foot through his bedroom door. And when I say through, I mean through.
If my wristwatch is sitting on the kitchen table, it is there for a reason. Reason being that I will not think of finding it anywhere else, exception made of my computer desk or my bedside table, as these are the only three areas of my life where I can't stand to have a watch attached to my wrist at all times.
If the book I am reading, with my bus pass as a bookmark in it, is sitting on the kitchen table, it is because I don't have pockets in the only pairs of pants I am allowed to wear to work, therefore I will lose it.
Putting either of these objects in a shoebox on a discarded chair sitting beside the microwave oven furniture in the kitchen is not only annoying. I get up with a limited pre-work ritual time, and if I don't have a clue as to where my stuff is, it is a major setback, and I will panic, and curse and scream until I find my shit, and, then, I'll be tight, or late, in the office.
Also, putting Fabiola's shower stuff in my bathroom basket is also a major annoyance. Just because we're both women doesn't mean we share bathroom products. She's Haitian, I'm Scottish/Irish/French in origin. Hello, not the same skin/hair type. She's dry all over, I'm combo skin with greasy hair. Also, putting someone else's razor in someone's stuff is not very appealing either. Especially since then, there's my razor and Fabiola's in my stuff. As if you need TWO fucking razors.
Yes, I know who moved my stuff around, and yes, he will get a major kicking in the arse if he does it again. Either that, or I am putting my foot through his bedroom door. And when I say through, I mean through.
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